|This is something that I have been thinking about for a while. The story I'm thinking is about a boy who is a shadow psychic, and wants to take revenge on the dark guild (trying to come up with a better name) of dark psychics who murdered his parents. With the help of Andrew, the shape-shifting giant rat who is his butler (and acts as a father figure in a way), he goes to a town to get some leads that has a psychic as its town hero named Construct.
I don't want to get too much into it, as I don't want to bore you with all these ideas I have. But I hope you get the general idea. Anyways, please rate/comment on my piece. Would love to get some thoughts, as well as any tips and recommendations if any.
Dark Psychic Story Ch. 1 (still trying to come up with a name)
Drake sat silent in his history class at school, twirling his pencil around while drowning out the lecture his teacher was giving them. Drake attended Fredo Middle School. The only middle school around where he lived. Being fifteen years old, he was tall for his age standing at around five foot eight. He was born with dark brown hair, that gradually turned black, the color of his mother's hair, and deep brown eyes from his father. Both who are dead.
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Drake, like his parents, was a psychic. A Dark Psychic. Before he was born, his parents worked for the Dark Guild, a society of Dark Psychics who give them a set of assignments as well as try and dispose of any psychics who rise against them. His mother was a standard telekinetic psychic, but his father was a shadow psychic, able to manipulate the shadows to his will. Drake inherited a bit of both traits, but mostly his father's. After he was born though, they decided to abandon the order to try and raise him.
But the guild does not take kindly to those who abandon them, so they actively pursued him and his parents for years. When Drake was around eight years old, and living in a large house, there was a two year period where they thought the guild had given up. Whenever his father could, he would help teach Drake how to control his abilities. That two year period was a period that Drake enjoyed most of his life, and was glad to spend a lot of that time with his family. However, after around two years, the guild came back. They had been planning, and Drake and his family grew soft and unprepared. They caught them during dinner, and at the sound of the attackers his father immediately sat up to help drive off the powerful dark psychics, and his mother took him to the basement to hide him behind some storage crates and tables in a dark corner.
Together, they both heard a scream, and after came footsteps running all over the house in search of them. They were trapped. Drake's mom took one last look at him, and told him “Stay put. Don't make a sound. If they look for you I want you to turn and go through the basement doorway, and run as fast as you can. Okay? And take this.” She handed him a letter. “Mail it, and hide somewhere safe. The one who reaches this letter will find you.” Near her blue eyes, he saw a tear run down her left cheek, and he nodded in response, tears forming around his own eyes as well. “I love you Drake. Please be safe.” Her blue eyes are the last thing he'll see from her. She turned around, blew up a hole through the ceiling, and went right through with Drake crying out for her in return. Afterwards, he could only hear explosions of wood and furniture being thrown around, and he could feel psychic energy being used heavily around him. It was a miracle the house did not collapse. He heard a few more shouts and screams as his mother battled out their foes, but when everything stopped, he heard only a muffling of feet. He knew what had happened but he was reluctant to believe it.
After the footsteps went away, he slowly climbed out of the corner, and crept up the stairs. Through the doorway, he could see several walls with giant hols in them, and can feel the heat from a fire in the north end of the house. Trudging through the rubble, he approached a corpse on the ground with its left arm torn out and burned to a crisp. To the right, law a body Drake easily recognizes as his father, also burned severely but his features were still able to make out. Drake felt as if his own body grown cold with shock, and then further beyond his father, underneath some rubble, lay his mother. She had some burn marks, but ultimately it was knife through her chest that killed her. Drake approached his mom, glancing at his father's body as he walked past it, and knelt down beside her. Drake didn't feel anything. Everything didn't seem to be real. He closes his hand around the holt of the blade, and pulled it out of her chest. Drake didn't know why he did that, but what little hope that his mother was still alive is no gone. The fire to his left at the north end increased and was slowly being engulfed. Without realizing the letter in his left hand disappeared. The fire became larger, and with hurried desperation Drake retraced his steps back down to the basement. The heat was becoming almost unbearable, and off in the distance he heard sirens. He approached the crates and looked left and right. At last, he was able to locate the letter, and behind him he notices that the fire has made it to the Basement stairway. Drake then darted to the basement door on the right side, opened it, and bust out in a run going as fast as he could away from the grim scene up the tall grassy hills, away from all the noise, then headed around toward the nearest town of Fredo.
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Her blew eyes are imprinted into Drake's memory, and anger began to well up. With a snap his pencil broke in three, and everyone's curious eyes shifted onto him. Before his teacher could open his mouth to respond, the bell rang, then everyone lifted off their seats and scurried over to the exit. Drake was slower to get up. This was the last day he was going to be in the school. He didn't mind. He had no friends, no family, and tomorrow he will begin on a pursuit he has been planning for most of his life since that day: Revenge. Tomorrow he will travel to the city of Dumon, and he will strike back at those who murdered his parents.